A few weeks ago, my parents found a bird nest in the hanging flowers off of our deck and within a day we had a baby bird. We loved to watch our baby and check his progress everyday. My mom even rigged up a McGuyver-esque cover to protect the bird from the rain. Its mother hated us, and we had some close divebomb attacks when we were checking on it.
Baby bird grew feathers and bigger, and then all of the sudden it was gone. Its actually quite tragic,and made worse by the fact that my grandma is convinced that our bird was eaten.
So farewell, baby bird, hopefully you will come visit us again. Your nest is always open.